My Fiancé Fell in Love with My Older Sister. After Locking Myself in My Room for Five Days, 500 Years Had Passed. - Chapter 13

(Huh… HUH!?)

Sulking!?

Of all things to say, what are you even talking about? Is this some kind of joke? Oh, I see~~.

…Of course not!!

Trying to keep my facial muscles from twitching, I narrowed my eyes and smiled.

“Can’t you see? I despise it. Your self-righteous attitude.”

“Self-righteous? Are you denying my ‘destiny’?”

“Blessing a so-called ‘destiny’ does not mean accepting unreasonable treatment. I told you before. Don’t involve me in your happiness.”

“Are you refusing to share in our happiness?”

(This is terrifying… He doesn’t understand me at all.)

I felt like I was talking to an alien. My head started spinning in confusion.

But if I stayed silent, he would interpret it however he wanted.

So, I decided to change the topic instead.

“You said you could never love me, didn’t you? …What a coincidence. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

“…Felicia?”

He looked at me, puzzled.

I lifted my face.

Magnolia petals fell from above.

Bringing me to this gazebo, where he recreated his first meeting with my sister, while I am still his fiancée, was unacceptable.

It was thoughtless beyond belief.

“I can’t love you either. I have no intention of interfering with you and my sister’s happiness, nor do I wish to be involved. Please, just leave me alone.”

“…This is troublesome.”

Felix sighed and furrowed his brows in frustration.

He crossed his legs and let out a deep breath.

As if I was the problem here.

Before, I would have worried about every little reaction of his.

But now, all I felt was:

(Why does he still act so high and mighty…?)

“Felicia. You’re just sulking, aren’t you? Are you feeling lonely? But don’t worry. Agnes and I won’t leave you all alone or abandon you.”

“……”

(Huh? …Huhhh??)

What should I do?

I really don’t think he understands me.

This is bad.

This is just like dealing with a terrible customer…

“Originally, the reason you were chosen as my fiancée was because you were believed to be the ‘reincarnation of a magician.’ But it turned out to be Agnes instead.”

Felix calmly explained the reason behind our engagement.

The Kingdom of Tsobellar is a land of magic.

And within this kingdom, an old legend has been passed down:

“First, the Kingdom of Tsobellar was founded with the help of a great magician.

Third, this destiny is their other half. It is a divine blessing.”

Eighteen years ago, a priest who had the rare gift of ‘prophecy’ was born.

With his power, he received an oracle from the gods:

“The daughter of the Frenzel family is the reincarnation of a magician.”

He delivered this prophecy.

Receiving a divine oracle is said to drain a priest’s physical strength, mental energy, and magic power.

Shortly after, the priest passed away.

At that time, the Frenzel family had two daughters.

One was Agnes Frenzel, the daughter of a mistress.

The other was Felicia Frenzel, the daughter of the lawful wife.

It was immediately assumed that I must be the magician’s reincarnation.

Because my sister was sickly from birth and did not possess a unique magic.

By process of elimination, everyone believed that I was the magician’s reincarnation.

(…But my unique magic is just a very unimpressive ‘Presence Concealment.’)

If I were the reincarnation of a great magician, I should have extraordinary magic.

My magic power should be exceptional.

And yet—my unique ability was nothing more than ‘Presence Concealment.’

My magic power was merely average.

People must have been deeply disappointed.

I was far too ordinary to be the reincarnation of a magician.

Even so, because of the oracle, I had always been believed to be the reincarnation.

—Until the matching marks of ‘destiny’ appeared on both Agnes and Felix.

These marks were incredibly rare.

They were so unheard of that many thought they were nothing more than a myth.

The prophecy from the priest simply stated:

“The daughter of the Frenzel family is the reincarnation of a magician.”

When the marks appeared on my sister, people’s opinions changed.

“Felicia Frenzel was not the true reincarnation… It was actually Agnes Frenzel all along.”

As I recalled the circumstances that led to my engagement, Felix smiled wryly.

“Even so, it’s not like I have no feelings for you. I don’t intend to throw away our memories together.”

He looked at me and said,

“There’s no need to be afraid. His Majesty has already approved it. And more importantly, you love Agnes, don’t you?”

“…So, you’re telling me to sacrifice myself?”

“Sacrifice? That’s such a harsh way to put it. You won’t be dishonored as a noble lady, and you can stay by the side of the sister you adore. Everyone wins.”

“I believe I already refused. I will decide my own happiness.”

“Come on…”

Felix sighed, as if dealing with a stubborn child.

“You’re only saying that because you’re angry. Can’t you just calm down? Agnes is worried about you.”

Agnes, Agnes… That’s all he ever talks about.

He hasn’t considered my feelings at all.

(…This is hopeless.)

There’s no reasoning with him.

Negotiations have failed.

There’s no reason for me to stay any longer.

“I’ve had enough.”

I stood up.

To him, I was nothing more than something to be controlled.

Like a machine he built himself.

A machine only moves according to the signals its creator programs into it.

That’s how Felix saw me.

As something he could manipulate however he pleased.

He never saw me as an equal.

“Felicia?”

He called my name.

So, I smiled and said:

“I wish you and my sister all the happiness in the world. Please, be happy together.”

I offered empty words of blessing.

I had no intention of marrying Felix.

I never did.

But after this conversation, my resolve had only strengthened.

If I married him, I would be miserable.

So, I—

(First, I need to convince my father.)

Holding onto my firm resolve, I left the royal garden.

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On the way back—

“Felicia!! There you are—!!”

A familiar voice called out, making me stop in my tracks.

(No way…!? )

A cool, gentle, and sweet voice.

Soft and kind.

She must have been in a hurry, her breath was uneven.

She called my name with a hint of desperation.

…A very bad feeling washed over me.

And unfortunately, these feelings always proved to be right.